"Can I really talk to you?" One of the men stared at Huang Bitao and asked.
His gaze was so undisguised that even Huang Bitao felt it was a bit abnormal.
She took a few steps back, her expression unnatural, and said, "You better wait until my grandparents come."
But the three men wouldn't let Huang Bitao leave.
One of the men signaled to the other two, and when they saw no one around, they quickly surrounded Huang Bitao.
"I must say, Dalang's wife is really pretty, with a fairy-like face. Tsk, tsk, tsk... Young lady, how about chatting with us for a while?"
The more the man spoke, the more uncomfortable Huang Bitao felt.
Not just his words, but his expression was also extremely unpleasant.
Huang Bitao's heart was pounding; she couldn't retreat, her escape was blocked.
She couldn't advance; there was a lewd-speaking man ahead.
"What are you doing? If you don't let go, I will shout for help!" Huang Bitao mustered up the courage and said.
